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Dancing in My Chair

I'm playing d.j. tonight. My two colleagues have been teaching clothing terms to our students who have recently arrived in the country, and one of their culminating projects is a fashion show in which the students could choose to either model or read and then had to work together to write a description of the clothing. Needless to say, this has been a fun project for high school students.

My part is the music. I am not a discoverer of great music (I'm loving Ray LaMontagne, Christy), nor do I claim to be a musicphile (I think I made up that word) or historian. However, I do know what I like and have a rather extensive collection of what I like. House/Techno music just happens to fit that category, and I think it's a good match for a fashion show.

So in between trips to change the laundry and get tomorrow's lunch together I'm listening to some old (read 90's...when did my music become retro?) techno dance music. My big chore right now is making sure I don't choose something with bad words. It's not offensive to me, but schools tend to frown on a well-placed four-letter word.

I'd share the list with you, but most of this music is from CDs that have no song titles. I have no idea who or what it is. But it's oh-so-fun.

Each song takes me back to such a fun and desperate time of my life. Have I ever mentioned how much I love to go out dancing? If I can get past my steel-framed layers of self-consciousness, flinging my body around on a packed, smoky dance floor is a total blast.

There's no self-consciousness in front of my computer.

Comments

Christy said…
That sounds like so. much. fun! And I'm glad you're loving Ray. He's my favorite find of the last three years or more! Well, Ray and also Kings of Leon. Love them, love them, love them.
I don't find the music myself either. I just know some cool peeps. There's no such thing as universally good music - what you like is what you like. And that's what I love about it!

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